Chapter 417: Daunting Mystical Beasts

Chapter 417: Daunting Mystical Beasts

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The experts nodded quietly, their expressions filled with understanding.

These top-tiered cultivators of Ziyou had a grand plan; they would let the army tackle the lone madman head on and exhaust Yutang's Supreme Cloud's energy. The respite would allow the rest of them to read Supreme Cloud's techniques so they could take him down with coordinated attacks.

The Soulscrapper Blade possessed the power to cast deific consciousness attacks across the entire area. He was the maestro of deific consciousness attacks and it was rumored that Supreme Cloud did not really have a high cultivation base, apart from possessing manifestation powers. A cultivator's divine sense and his cultivation base were directly related, so the deific consciousness should be Supreme Cloud's Achilles' Heel. A positive outcome was almost guaranteed if they could direct their attacks against this weakness.

The Soulscrapper Blade had the added advantage of being able to rechannel the attacks of many individuals into a single stream of destruction. If Yun Yang's divine sense was truly his weakness, the concerted attack could very possibly destroy Yun Yang's deific consciousness which would lead to his soul being shattered, just like Old Dugu.

It was the unexpected appearance of the Niello Bear at the beginning of the battle that had disrupted the plans.

When the heavily-armored cavalrymen paid the price of their lives to forcefully halt the black bear's mad charge, Yun Yang's almighty Divine Edge harvested the lives of the soldiers in a savage manner. The unflinching stature of the man and bear was set; if they did not move, they might not have the chance to stop them anymore.

However, just as the Soulscrapper Blade had struck, he had been severely injured and the only reason he could divine from his misguided action was that Yun Yang's deific consciousness was surprisingly tyrannical. Attacking his divine sense would only lead them to their own deaths. The original tactics were in vain; they could only fight with brute force and hope for the best!

Everyone cursed the Four Seasons Tower in their hearts.

"F*cking hell, those manipulative rascals! Look at how this tower works, why are they so undependable?" a loud voice cursed from among the gathered fighters.

"Exactly. Didn't the Four Seasons Tower send over twenty experts? Aren't they all high and mighty? Where are they now? Where have they gone to? Didn't they claim that they wanted to send Supreme Cloud to his death?" someone else muttered in dissatisfaction.

"Those four leaders are the best! F*ck, they haven't even met the real deal and went to provoke Jun Moyan, getting themselves killed in the process. Four bastards, why affront Jun Moyan? He's the Unrivaled Swordsman, a pinnacle force similar to Ling Xiaozui! Didn't they see that even the emperor didn't make a sound when he occupied the Board of Punishment so openly in Zilong City?"

"Yes, yes. Anyone who has any degree of common sense would know the urgency and priority of these matters. Those four fellows are really the classic examples of incompetent bunglers. It would be fine if they had wiped out Supreme Cloud first before finding Jun Moyan to seek their deaths, but look here! They left this frog that's so hard to swallow for us!"

The sense of irritation and ominous incredulity were so strong that it threatened to burst forth and hurtle into the open skies.

They could understand why these cultivators were so begrudging. They knew that at least a good half of them would have to be buried with Supreme Cloud - even if they could ultimately claim this Lord Supreme Cloud and make him stay here, they would have to die beside him!

However, it was too late to say whatever they wanted. The Four Seasons Tower's men were not here, so they could only get the job done themselves.

"Charge!"

A low grunt could be heard as the group unsheathed their sabers and swords, bolting forward with their weapons held tightly in their hands.

Yun Yang felt the mounting pressure, but his heart was strangely at ease.

Looking at how things were proceeding, his worst expectations had not materialized. Not only was the Four Seasons Tower's Mr. Nian absent, a large number of ace cultivators were not here as well. If they had, they would have put a stop to his rampage a long while ago.

Only Mr. Nian and the tower's hidden experts could possibly threaten his life; those before him were only mere annoyances. The most they could do was to add to his pressure, but it was not a singularly large worry.

The general was giving commands in a calm and collected manner, clearly adept at deploying military formations. Watching Yun Yang's sharp saber light that broke through layer after layer of his defensive lines, he was still unruffled, still able to react with grace.

Nets were tossed from high points while countless hidden weapons were obscured in the space in front of Yun Yang, waiting for him to rush head-on into their deadly teeth. There were uncountable weapons and tripping ropes, as well as an array of traps that lay in front of him.

The fact that such an array of traps had been set up in so short a time was a pure miracle. Each of them was specific, with its devasting purpose and mechanisms; the set up was flawless, without any loopholes the intended target could exploit.

Cries and neighing were still heard from afar as low rumbles continued to fill the air. There were more troops who were hastily heading toward the battleground.

The majestic horn was blown continuously – deafening and utterly devastating to an enemy's soul.

However, Yun Yang remained oblivious to all of these.

Alone with his saber, he was dauntless.

The stubborn thought in his heart remained unchanged – he still intended to slaughter his way out of Zilong City, one step after another; he wanted to bring down this wall that was meant to be a dead end for him.

Beside him, the Niello Bear's growls were growing more infuriated, but its energy was depleting quickly.

It was only to be expected. The Niello Bear was a high-level mystical beast and a king among others, but it was only a ninth level beast after all. There was a limit to its strength; exhaustion had consumed him from the death it had dealt out all the way here. It had been shot with uncountable Deicide arrows and had been struck by countless hacks and chops; there was also the relentless blockade by the heavily-armored cavalrymen. As mighty as Blackie was, it was gradually succumbing to exhaustion.

Fatigue could be seen in the movements of its paw while its innate physical defenses could no longer wholly shield it from the Deicide arrows. Its large build had hundreds of Deicide arrows poking out like a pincushion, and blood dripped in copious amounts.

It was only because of its physical characteristics that came from being a high-level mystical beast that the bear could hold up for so long, or else it would have succumbed even earlier.

Yun Yang frowned seeing it and said, "There's no need to risk your life any further. Turn around and shrink!"

If Yun Yang had entertained the idea of using Blackie and Little Green as cannon fodder, it was gone now. He had taken Blackie and Little Green as his own and with how he usually was with his pets, he would not allow the Niello Bear to fall here.

The Niello Bear retreated as once when it heard Yun Yang's words as if receiving amnesty. Its large size shrunk several times into a mini cub, but it only made the arrows that had sunk deeply in its body grow even more tightly packed, causing the little bear to look like a porcupine.

Yun Yang waved.

A small green snake flew out and an eerie green ray flashed in the air. Immediately, cries of pain could be heard, growing louder and louder.

An enormous python had suddenly appeared on the street. Its three-hundred-foot body was as thick as a house, while its mouth was as huge as a city gate.

Once it appeared, it slithered forward swiftly, forming an even more formidable force then Blackie. It sprayed wind blades from its mouth; it was like a natural machine gun which dealt amazingly devastating damage to its hapless victims.

The green snake's wind blades were its innate ability and did not belong to nature, so it was not inhibited by the spirituality sealing formation. It sprayed blades indiscriminately as it made its way forward, unyielding and peerless. What was more petrifying was that it was not only wind blades that were being launched once the serpent opened its mouth; it could be a mouthful of venom that corroded flesh and bone!

Of course, the enormous python's attack was not too big a bother to the experts, but it was lethal to ordinary soldiers!

Yun Yang, who was standing behind it, did not rush to attack, but his hand had turned into a speedy shadow instead. Within several breaths, he had plucked out the uncountable number of Deicide arrows stuck in the Niello Bear. Unfortunately, a big ball of flesh caught onto the Deicide arrows' hangnail was also torn off; the Niello Bear howled pitifully, almost fainting from the pain.

Yun Yang's hand was brutally swiftly in removing the arrows. There was no special technique or method involved, so Blackie had to bear a great amount of agony. Yun Yang already had something else in mind though; he thumped the bear with a flip of his hand and a ball of refined air of vitality was sent into the beast's mouth.

The Niello Bear, eyes tearing from pain, felt something tantalizing entering its mouth and consumed it quickly, reeling from both great pain and pleasure simultaneously.

The enormous python in front had covered thousands of feet in distance, leaving behind a ground full of dead bodies.

Yun Yang strode forward leisurely, casually waving his saber to counter the attacks coming from both sides and deflecting all of the frenzied attempts to strike him down. He only needed the span of two breaths to carry the bear to the giant python. The man and bear then rode the snake as it slithered ahead, towards its goal.